"Relationship."
Durut Giles forced a bitter smile.
"Sir, believe it or not, I was the one who got entangled. Yes, Miss Edwardz attached herself to me. I'll explain when we get to the professor's, but I can guarantee that I absolutely, absolutely never bound anyone's soul."
As he spoke, the little girl's soul circled around him again and again, as though she had found something interesting.
To keep the frail man from dying on the way, Shade hired a carriage and returned with him to Cat Tail Alley, where Professor Manning lived. The first thing he did upon entering was tell the professor that an invisible soul had entered the house with them.
The professor was startled, but only startled. When he was young, he had traveled across the Old Continent on archaeological expeditions and had seen all sorts of things. Compared to deadly things like relics, ghosts were merely a trivial matter.
The three sat down in the professor's living room, where the servants had already prepared tea. Professor Manning was more concerned about Durut Giles's condition. The latter claimed he should recover, but in Shade's opinion, the curse was nowhere near as harmless as he made it sound.
"Before I start asking questions, we all need to make one thing clear—grave robbing is wrong."
That was Shade's opening statement.
"In the Green Lake Region, I know a lady with the surname Edwardz. She is extremely angry that you led people to rob her ancestors' graves. Those Grave Robbers are all dead, but you're still alive. I respect the professor and won't lay a hand on you, but I can't guarantee what she might do."
The man's lips twitched as he slumped dejectedly into the sofa.
"I know grave robbing is wrong. But isn't archaeology—excavation and the search for